'Tis the season of forbidden love at Hogwarts. New love blooms each and every day between students and staff. Who's heart is up for auction today? Going once. Going twice. Sold to the Slytherin alum caught sneaking onto the pitch for a late-night rendezvous.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

Oliver shook his head and balled the piece of parchment up, shoving it in his pocket. He continued cleaning up his match notes and got ready to leave for the night. It had been a long day, and losing that match didn't help his spirits any.

"The snitch was in Harry's hands," Oliver mumbled to himself, scratching his head. Something wasn't adding up, and he knew that it was too late to do anything about it now. During their next practice, he and Potter were going to have a discussion about what happened. By the time Oliver made it into the tent after the game, Harry was long gone.

"Obviously it wasn't if Gryffindor didn't win the match," a voice called from behind him. Oliver would recognize that voice anywhere.

He turned slowly on his heel and met Marcus with a smile on his face. "Hello, Flint."

"Wood," Marcus replied, nodding his head. "That was one hell of a match you had going there. Who taught those boys how to fly so well?"

"You can't forget about Ginny. Hooch taught them the basics," Oliver chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "But I'd like to believe that I had some influence on most of their skills in recent years."

"Is that right?" Marcus teased, taking a few steps into Oliver's office and resting his hands on the back of one of his chairs. "Little Weasley scares me when that quaffle is in her hands."

"I remember when she first tried out for the team," Oliver replied. "She scared me too. I don't think I've ever seen someone that naturally good on a broom. But I'm sure she got lots of practice if she ever played with her brothers."

Oliver looked at Marcus for a few moments as they spoke. It had been a long time since the pair had gotten along so well. That made Oliver suspicious of what he was doing here, but he wasn't quite ready to ask him just yet. Yet, at the same time, he wasn't sure how much longer Flint was going to be hanging around.

As much as Oliver hated to admit it, it was nice to see his old rival off the pitch and away from the brooms. They were well matched on the pitch in terms of their skills, but they never had the chance to get to know one another away from the pitch. Not long after graduating from the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, he found himself regretting the lack of meaningful relationships he had made with his peers in his own house and outside. He wasn't going to miss this chance to start building one now.

"Let's continue debating my Quidditch coaching skills at the Three Broomsticks over a pint," Oliver suggested, picking up a pile of parchment off the desk and walking around to stand beside Marcus.

"You buying?" Marcus asked, raising a brow.

"The losing captain normally does," Oliver replied, hanging his head in defeat. However, the defeat didn't last long as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.

~ xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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